Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1887-01-14


Jonas Pray's old house, helping him
to follow, as lie became himself
She was laid upon her bed, and
there was cOrOner'S inquest aud
then women prepared her body for
burial, talking among themselves
of the shame it was that she, a rich
mans wife, should be so clad; and
then their work finished they went
away, that he might be alone with
her, if he would. But before the
time came he had a cab called and
went away in it. He was driven
to a large dry goods store where he
asked to see the manager, and was
shown to his Office.
"IIe has come to beg thought
the manager, and his "what can
do for you y was curt. But Jonas
cared nothing for auyone's manner
now. He answered, sadly; 81 want
to buy a shawl
GA salesman will attend to you,
SIR said the manager.
ono said Jonas, 81 am too i'll,
too broken to talk to a salesman,
can trust you. want the cOstliest
shawl you have
"a madmau," thought the mana
ger, "our costliest is $4,000 said
he, depressing a smile.
"Have it put up for me-" said
Jonas.
"Certainly mad,7 SAID the mana
ger to himself.
But Jonas had taken a check from
his pocket, and with trembling
hands was filling up the blanks.
The manager looked it over care
fully. "Jonas Pray" he said, more
respectfully. Then it flashed upon
him that he had read of a fatal ac-
cident to this mans wife that day.
1t was a strange proceeding alto
eether. Secretly he called others
to look at his customer. One knew
him; financially he was all right.
"And the rest is none of your
business" said the manager, as he
saw the bundle of splendor carried
down stairs after Jonas Pray
"They spoke of him as a miser, in
the paper. That is a pretty pur-
chase for a mlser.'
Meanwhile jonas was driven
home. From the door floated long
streamers of black Grape. No sweet
face smiled a greeting. Carrying
the shawl under his arm he went
M stairs to the darkened room,
where under straight folds of white
drapery, seemed to lay the form OF
his wife. A watcher sat there; he
sent her away; and then, alone in
the room he knelt down beside the
bier.
"Sara," he said, "Sara, can you
hear me l loved you Sara; but |
was such a miser-such a miser,
but I've bought you a shawl at last
| Oh Sara, Sara paid as much as
! could for it, my dear. You shall
be wrapped in it in your coffin"
At that instant a voice cried
ooh, Jonas, Jonas, dearl Oh, my
poor JOnasw
And turning he saw his wife,
either in the spirit or in the flesh,
standing beside him. His knees
trembled under him. But the fig
ure came closer. 1t was no ghost,
but living woman, and she took
him in her arms.
"Oh, how i'll you look" she said.
'Did you really love me so? And
this is all my fault. went to my
sister.in.law's, and there in a fret
oh, | was so angry, JOnas-l gave
away my dress, my shawl and my
bonnet to a beggar woman, and
vowed to sit in my sisters dressing
gowns until you gave me decent
clothes to come home in. And the
poor woman, who was tipsy, too,
nv dear, was killed two hours af-
forwards, and I never knew that
she had been taken for me until
this morning. Oh, such a dirty
creature, my dear, the papers de-
sorlbed her. And for little while
| was glad you had a fright, but l
am sorry now that ! was"
For an answer lie picked up the
costly shawl and wrapped it about
her, and took her, folded IN it like
a mummy, in his arms.
"The miser is Dead" he said,
"but Jonas Pray will show his wife
how he can cherish her"
lie did; and if afterwards Sara
detected symptoms Of relapse, all
she had to do was to wrap herself
m the wonderful shawl. The sight
Of 1t inevitably recalled the moment
when he learned how little, after
all, is the value Of money. lie
may, indeed, love his money yet
but lie knows that he loves his
Sara more.
Millionaire Aewbern'S Will.
DETROIT, Jan. G.-The will of the
late John S. Newberry was read
1,.4 NIGHT uJ,o ..e4oto amounts "